Fix You - A The Script/Danny O'Donoghue Fanfic

Chapter 18

Jesus. My head hurts. Someone is shaking me. Or there’s an earthquake.

“Fuck off.” I groaned.

“Daniel, get up. We are leaving.” Daniel? Never good. What happened last night? I recognised the house, this is Amy’s place…

“But-“

“No buts. Get up and get out.” Glen ordered, I forced my eyes open. Shit, he is angry. I got up pretty quickly. Bad decision. I made it too the kitchen sink and threw up everything I had eaten last night. “Come on, hurry up.” I looked at the clock. 5 AM.

“What the hell? It’s 5 in the morning.”

“Get your ass out the door. I can’t even speak to you right now.” Glen’s voice was cold, and his eyes emotionless. Shit. I have really fucked up. I followed behind him, climbing in the car. I tried to remember what happened last night. We were drinking… And, then there was some craziness and Glen made Mark leave. I stayed with Amy…

“Fuckin shit!” I shouted, running my hand through my hair.

“Finally remember what you said?” Glen asked.

“What the hell was I thinking?”

“Don’t talk to me Daniel, I can barely look at you right now. I suggest you leave Amy alone for a while. And me too.” Shit. He is really angry. I mean, sure, he has a point. But way to overreact. I sighed, my jaw hurt like a bitch. Thanks for that Glen.

 

 

When I got up the boys had left, just like Glen had promised. I had woken up screaming for the first night in a while. Thanks Danny. Even thinking about him makes me want to cry. I can never forget what he said to me.

“Amy, open up!” It was Susan. I grabbed my bags and met her at the door. “You look like shit.” She commented.

“Don’t ask. And can we not talk about Danny today.” I saw how worried she was, but fuck it. I can’t talk about him, or to him, and I need to stop thinking about him.

“I’m guessing that means no lift?” She sighed sadly.

“No. Not today.”

“History again.”

“I know and Psychology, I’m glad we don’t have to stay in for lunch.”

“But you do tomorrow.” She informed me, I know. I really do. At the moment I can avoid people, the bare minimum. No questions asked, but staying for lunch means pity and a lot of questions.

“Don’t remind me.”

“Anything fun last night after I left?” She asked.

“Anything fun was ruined by that stupid asshole.” I tried to sound angry, but I couldn’t I was just upset.

“Who?”

“Fucking Danny. The prick.” My phone buzzed, speak of the devil. ‘I am so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said, I was so drunk, please forgive me x’ The ass, as if I could forgive him straight away. ‘You still said it.’ I sent back, then I put my phone away. He will not ruin another day for me. No way, José.

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“I said we aren’t talking about it.” We walked the rest of the way in silence, still not talking when we get into history.

I walked home alone. Susan had to stay behind for some meeting or something. I would have waited, but… people. I unlocked the door and collapsed on the sofa. Ten missed calls and countless messages from Danny. Fuck off. Seriously. I phoned Glen instead.

“You ok darling?” He asked instantly.

“Not really. Can you tell Danny to leave me alone? I don’t want to talk to him right now.”

“Of course I can. I already have, but he is too stupid. If you need anyone, call me.”

“I will Glen, I think I might just go to bed. School is tiring me out.”

“I bet. Sweet dreams.” I hung up and was too lazy to leave the couch. Here is better than nowhere.

She is ignoring me. I only want to apologise, I want to make this right. I fucked up big time. Maybe Mark was right after all. I grabbed a bottle of vodka from the fridge, life is so much easier when you’re drunk. In all this commotion, I didn’t notice Glen walk in.

“Really Daniel? Drinking?”

“Oh shut up Glen. She fucking hates me, she can’t even talk to me. Might as well wallow in a drunken haze.”

“She doesn’t want to talk to you right now. So stop bothering her. But drinking will only make it worse, when she’s ready to forgive you and she phones and you answer drunk… How do you think that’ll work?” He’s right.

“You’re right. I have messed up so much. I can’t believe I forgot her, I mean, after everything I’ve done for her. All that shit with the label, and I forget her.” I dropped my head into my hands, I’m sure Glen saw the tears.

“Fuck you Danny, it’s impossible to stay mad at you. It really is. Just give her some time. She’ll come round.” Then he left, I threw the bottle of vodka at the wall. I’m gunna have to pay for that, ah who gives a shit. I let the tears pour down my face, I always have been the emotional one. I’ve really messed up. All I can do is hope she will let me fix it.